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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Thankful

Hey there!

I had every intention of taking a rest day today, but my eyes popped open at 4:39 and I couldn’t go back to sleep. After 5 minutes of laying in bed wondering what type of workout my gym would be doing, I finally decided to just get up and go find out.

Whew, it was a doozy.

We are attending services for Papa Gordon today, but before we leave I wanted to list out what I was thankful for this week:

Thursday:

Granny texted us that Papa had a good day (I wrote this on Thursday, but am way more thankful for it now)

Amazon Prime streaming videos. If you have kiddos, you need to watch Room on the Broom and The Gruffalo

Watching Ina recite The Pout Pout Fish while eating Pad Thai noodles (she held them up in the air and said, “…his tentacles were trailing in a gentle locomotion,” which of course made Cora attempt to do the same thing.

Friday:

I survived a week of 5 am workouts.

My cube moved to the 3rd floor, which means only three flights of stairs in the morning instead of four. It’s the little things.

Friends/neighbors stopping by.

Saturday:

Dan allowed me to get in some good girl time. Wine Walk FTW.

New earrings from a local artist. I am not super materialistic, but every once in a while, something new is nice.

My mom and Kim for taking shifts to watch Cora! We are so blessed by our support system.

Sunday:

We were able to tell Papa Gordon how much we loved him.

Help with the girls at the nursing home from family.

Car seat straps. Because after an incredibly emotional day and trying to keep two kids controlled at a nursing home for hours, sometimes they just need to be contained.

Monday:

Quiet morning time with Cora. We rarely get one-on-one time, so I have to take advantage of it when I can.

Dan’s job flexibility that allowed him to help his mom this week.

My mom made us dinner!

Tuesday:

Walks with the girls. Ina started jogging and said, “I need to do my exercises.”

I successfully gave both girls dinner, a bath, read books, and put them in their own beds ALL BY MYSELF. I don’t know how single moms do it.